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It was obvious that Dylan was fond of the old housekeeper. He didn't treat Curtis the same as he treated other servants.

Maybe because Curtis cared for him when he was young, sick, and feeble here, so he respected him very much.

"Hello," said Savannah sweetly.

Curtis was stunned to hear the voice of a girl. "Who is that?"

Savannah was afraid that Dylan would say anything strange in front of the old man. "Curtis, I'm Savannah Schultz, Mr. Sterling's secretary. I'm here on business with Mr. Sterling," she rushed to the front and replied.

How could Mr. Sterling bring a little secretary here?

Their relationship must not be that simple…

Just because his eyesight had abandoned him, that didn't mean that he wasn't as sharp as he had been all those years ago. After all, the older he was, the more experience he had. He could guess something, but he said nothing.

"Miss Schultz, please come in with Mr. Sterling," he said, then turned to Dylan, "you haven't been back for a long time. Would you like to look around the garden first?"

Curtis remembered that when his young master lived here in the past, he was depressed and did not talk to anyone every day. Only when he was taken to the garden and faced the flowers, his face relaxed a little.

"Curtis, you can go in first. We'll go around ourselves." Dylan said.

"Okay, I'm going to ask the cook to prepare dinner," Curtis walked in with the aid of his stick.

Savannah looked at Curtis's back. "How could Curtis be almost blind?"

Dylan's eyes darkened. "When I lived here, the house caught fire one night. Curtis was rescued, but his eyes were hurt by the smoke and his eyesight, which had been failing for a long time, became very bad."

Savannah was surprised, looking inside the large house, which, though luxurious and expensive, was made of wood and was easily burnt. She could not see any trace of a fire, it must have been rebuilt.

"Was the house on a fire when you lived here? Were you all right?" She wondered.

"If I had an accident, would I still be here with you?" Dylan retorted.

"Curtis was saved. How did you get out? Did someone save you? After all, you were so young and…"

And he suffered from depression at that time.

He was indifferent to the outside world, closed, not even aware of the danger, and it happened at night. It was really lucky enough for him to escape the fire.

Dylan paused, his grey eyes crinkling. His fingers clenched, and his voice suddenly became frosty. "You've asked enough today."

This time his displeasure was not the same as before. It was a shield, making him unapproachable as if she was unworthy of asking the question. Savannah asked no more and walked quietly behind him.

Curtis and his staff had done a fantastic job of tending the garden, which was covered with rich and varied vegetation.

As they walked, a small white pavilion appeared in their line of sight.

The pavilion was simple and elegant, surrounded by flowers and plants. There was space and furniture inside for a few people to be able to sit.

Dylan's eyes twinkled as he saw the small pavilion as if it took him back to the time he lived here.

A strong familiar feeling brought Savannah to a stop.

She seemed to come to this pavilion before.

How was that possible?

She took a deep breath and suppressed the ridiculous thought.

"What's up?" Dylan noticed her stop.

"Oh... Nothing. This pavilion looks beautiful, and it looks newer than any other part in the garden," Savannah replied casually.

Dylan pondered for a few seconds. "The fire that night burned down the pavilion, and it had been renovated."

Just at that moment, a maid found them to announce that dinner was served, and Curtis invited the two of them in.

Curtis and his staff were waiting for her and Dylan.

"Mr. Sterling, Miss Schultz, please come in," a uniformed man said courteously.

The dining room was of a good size and elegantly, yet sensibly, furnished. From every window, there was an attractive view. Savannah began to admire the owner's taste in everything she saw.

The furniture in the room was made of well-chosen material and of beautiful shapes, attractive and durable.

The house displayed aristocracy from every inch, and even Curtis and all the old servants who had been guarding the house for decades were infected with aristocratic temperament.

Dylan's mother must have been a woman of high status!

The dinner was very good, over ten courses, including seafood, tropical delicacies, and exotic food.

Savannah was shocked. She was sure that this was nothing compared to what the staff could've done had they been given more notice.

"Mr. Sterling, Miss Schultz, I don't know if these dishes are enough. If you want anything more, I will ask the cook to prepare," Curtis could not see the look on their faces.

Savannah could not help saying, "Curtis, the food is more than enough. It's too plentiful and too much for Mr. Sterling and me."

Curtis laughed, "They're only twelve dishes. Not too much. You can just eat as much as you can. When Dylan's grandparents were still alive, we would have at least thirty courses of a meal."

What the hell... Only twelve dishes? They were only two people!

A thirty-course meal for Dylan's grandparents? It must be a big family!

But no matter how big a family was, they didn't have to eat so much food for a single meal, did they?

What they couldn't finish must be thrown away, and that seemed far too wasteful.

Savannah's curiosity prompted her to ask more about Dylan's mother's birth. But before she opened her mouth, Dylan interrupted them impatiently.

"Well, will you be eating or just gawking?"

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